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harrysmimi · 10 months

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Cuddly Mood

Synopsis: One where Harry comes home from work to his girl being clingy. He ain't complaining.

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Harry had told his girl to not wait for him for dinner as he would be late, and that she should to go to bed. Basically not wait up for him as he got work.

He was working late at night on some new music. Not essentially planning to write a whole new album just yet, he just wanted to het these new out and into production and see how things go from there for him and his new future projects.

YN understood where he came from. She's an artist too after all. She sometimes want to spend all day and night, in her studio painting and work on this one piece of art which would not budge off her head until it was out. She's had those days and Harry's always been respectful and supportive of her.

But she wanted to be selfish today and hold him back and cuddle him all day. Well, she could barely bring herself to do that because he was so excited about this new song he had in his mind. Or melody? Or a rhythm? Or a beat? She doesn't quite know how music works.

This afternoon Harry got ready to leave for studio after he'd returned from gym, all showered up and dressed up. He wore a pair black washed jeans a simple white tshirt, which she likes to steal from him some times. He took a hoodie with him incase he's cold, which he always is at the studio.

He's been going to gym religiously now, so he's been more muscley and big, he's still his shy self which makes him like her giant human cuddle bear. Especially with his instincts of him wanting to hold her and make her feel safe. Oh boy, did that make her all mushy!

She just wanted cling on him all day and take a big fat nap. But she had to let him go for few hours.

But she still deserves his undivided attention, especially when he's back from a long tour and will be going back very soon.

She's a night owl, Harry knows it. So when he came back home to her place, he found her dusting her furniture around. She's like her cat, who likes to zoom around at three in the morning.

And it was three in the morning when he came back!

"Hi, angel!" He chirps as he locked the door behind him. "What are you doing up so late baby?" Dropping his stuff on the sofa he walked upto her, snaking his arms around her tummy he pulled her close to him, placing a chaste of kisses on her neck and back of her head. She melted in his embrace.

Exactly what she craved all day!

"I'm not sleepy." She mumbled.

"You need to fix that sleep schedule of yours, angel, it's not healthy." He expressed his concerns, "no coffee for you after three in the afternoon!"

"Hey!" She whined.

"Yes!" He argued back. "You wanna go to bed now?"

"Yeah," she agreed.

Harry was changing out of his clothes. He took off his hoodie and shirt, and got rid of his pants.

On rare nights his boxers and basketball shorts stayed on and today was one of them. His girl doesn't mind, there is nothing she haven't seen. He doesn't feel insecure around her anymore and does she, which is amazing!

"Harry?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I have your hoodie?" She asked.

"Yeah, which one do you want baby?" He asked, changing into a different pair of boxers.

"The one you wore today?"

"Aren't you going to be hot, angel?" He enquired, because it was getting warmer and he doesn't want her to layer up.

"No, I'll just wear that and nothing underneath." She explained.

"You sure about that?" He asked, just to be sure.

"Mhmm."

"Alright strip down!" Harry smirked cheekily. He was all done dressing half decent, he took two strads towards where she was stood in the bathroom, applying her moisturiser.

Her sleep shirt caught onto her earrings as she was taking it off. "Ouch!"

"Be careful there!" He stepped in and carefully untangled the shirt from her earring. "You okay?"

"Yeah!" She nodded. Harry smiled and carefully pulled the neckhole of his hoodie (which is now both of theirs to share!) over her head, before his hands travelled behind her back to unhook her bra. He slipped his off but not before taking the opportunity to have a quick feel of her breasts, run his hands over her delicious tummy rolls towards her hips. "Stop it tickles!"

"Yeah?" He teased her, tickling her more under her breasts.

"Stop!" She laughed holding onto his wrists tightly. He stopped and helped her put her arms through the sleeves.

"My favourite!" He commented on her wearing her "cute set" of underwear, which were a pair of pastel green granny panties with french fries on them.

They're adorable okay!

"Stop tickling me, I've missed you enough all day!" She pouted feeling his hands wander down to her bum, trying his best to tickle her.

He gasped, "I need to make up for it, don't I?" With that he threw her over his shoulder as he brought her back out to their room and carefully placed her on their shared bed. "Why didn't you call me then if you missed me so much?"

"I did not felt like wanting to disturb you while you worked." She explained as he peppered her face with sloppy and wet kisses.

"You can never disturb me!" He exclaimed quietly, "could have worked on that song later. Next time just tell me, okay? I'd prefer to spend time with you!"

"Mhmm! I will." She agreed, "now kiss me?"

"Gladly!" With that he placed his mouth on hers, giving her a tender kiss. "I've missed you too today! Wrote a song about you and us."

"You did?" She was so surprised even though he tells her when a song is inspired by her. It still manages to surprise her, thinking she can be a muse to someone's art when it's always been the other way around for her. He always finds new things about to sing in his songs.

Where as he's always been muse of her art!

"Yeah, wrote about how much I love you, and how I wanna be with you for as long as you want me!"

"I want you forever!"

"Forever, yeah?" He rested his forehead on hers.

The next few minutes he spent talking about the song and loving on her until she fell asleep, snuggled close to his bare chest.

He'd never enjoyed being a big spoon in his life!

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harrysonlylover · 11 months

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omg imagine being in subspace and you’re just so incoherent and harry is just holding you and telling you how good you are for him and he notices how you’re trying to suck on his thumb and he just sticks it in your mouth and is like “is that what you wanted princess? you’re so good for me” like holy shit 🥺🥵#Concept

His Good Girl*

Warnings: breeding kink, subspace, daddy kink

Trope: CEO!H

WC:1.1k

CEO H Masterlist

The thing about your fiancée is that he’s a very determined man.

Ever since he found out you were more fertile than average, he became a hungry man. You were used to his lust and need for pleasure, but he completely turned into someone else overnight.

it was as if he turned into a horny teenager, fucking you daily and always placing a pillow beneath your hips after spilling his seed deep inside of you. There were days when’d fuck you before an event and urge you to hold his cum inside before taking you to the bathroom to make sure that your pussy is flooding with his cum only to fill you up again.

He often brought you to his office and made you cockwarm him before meetings, usually before the whole breeding thing he’d only give you his cum if you were a good girl but now getting his seed inside of you is a routine.

He tracks your ovulation days through his phone and makes sure to take you anytime wherever he wants. He’ll do whatever it takes to have his child. Harry was never someone to shy from exhibitionism, but now that he wants to breed you, he’s shameless about it.

Whenever you’re in his office, he’d be so vocal with his moans and dirty talk. He even once asked for a cloth so he can clean up the cum from the big load he gave you.

As for being in public, he doesn’t allow you to wear panties so he can have easy access in case the app notified him of a pregnancy chance, but also because he’s insatiable.

He took you out to grab a ‘few’ things from Gucci for the baby even though it’s not confirmed yet and he ended up buying 25k worth of baby clothes that will be of no use after 1 year along with 20k worth of maternity clothing and jewelry for you.

He wanted you to have anything you wanted, all you had to do was ask. There was something so hot in seeing him act that way, walking confidently with his hand wrapped around your waist, putting things mindlessly in the basket without thinking about the price, and holding his black American Express card asking to leave a 1k tip for every worker there.

All the time he had his arm wrapped around you, pressing kisses to your forehead and rubbing at your tummy. You began feeling safe and clingy, it was rare for you to feel that way non sexually but the way Harry was acting dominant indirectly and taking care of you did things to your hormones.

You tugged at his jacket earning his attention quickly. “Did you like something baby?”

“Daddy I need you.” You whispered in his ear and that was all it took for him to hand the basket to a worker giving him an extra 1k to deliver your purchases home before guiding you outside the store.

You barely reached your shared house before he ripped your dress off, smiling at the sight of your bare cunt knowing you are obeying his ‘no panties’ order.

“Poor baby you were waiting for me to give you my seed and take away the emptiness.” He cooed as he thrusted inside of you. Despite his length, you were slowly getting used to the burn when he first plunged inside of you.

“Daddy please.” Your whines were pathetic as he hit your cervix with every thrust, lacing his fingers with yours and sucking on your nipples.

“Sweetheart look at you so sensitive for me already, must be pregnant yeah? Or is it your body so eager for your husband to breed you?” Your brain felt like mush with his words, your pussy was swollen and sore from both being wet and getting fucked too much but you couldn’t care less. All you wanted to feel was his cum leaking from you.

“That’s it, sweetheart, just lay there and I’ll do all the work, my pillow princess.” He rubbed your clit with one hand and wrapped the other around your throat.

The warmth you were feeling in your cunt was unbearable, getting wet for Harry was effortless. The heat that would radiate off you was unbelievable.

“Daddyy…” You whimpered grabbing on to him like a koala as he delivered sharp plunges making you tear up from pleasure.

“Oh Baby, you feel so small don’t you? Got a little excited to have my load.” He groaned loudly when your cunt clenched around his cock ready to milk him dry.

He moved his hand to caress your cheekbones and mark your neck up with love bites, you tried to rub your face at his hand in an attempt to get his finger inside your mouth but he was too busy with wet kisses and massaging your g-spot.

He lifted his head when he heard you cry loudly with doe eyes and an open mouth as you stared at his hand. He placed his thumb in your mouth with a smirk watching you suck on it with a satisfied smile.

“Is that what you wanted princess? You’re so good for me my best girl.” You held on to his thumb with both hands as he rocked your body hitting the wall with the headboard at every thrust.

“Are you ready to let Daddy fill you up? Do you want to have his baby?” He could swear he was getting even harder at the sight of you sucking his thumb beneath him while your tits jiggled as he drilled himself inside of you.

“Daddy’s cum..” You could barely make out what you were saying, your brain was so fuzzy and all you could think about was Harry’s cock.

“Such a good girl, take it baby like you do every time.” He moaned audibly when you came and clenched around him, resulting in his own orgasm as he filled you up to the brim.

His hips were glued to yours as he released inside of you watching the tears spill on your cheeks while you held his hand with his thumb in your mouth with the other wrapped around his neck, you kept mumbling ‘more’ with whines as he was barely done with his first load.

“My good girl, so deep in subspace, always good for her husband.” He stroked your hair and pressed kisses to your face as he lulled you slowly from your subspace before going for another round.

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w2sology · 7 months

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can you do a harry dating headcanon pls? thank you!

headcanons are my absolute fave form of writing honestly 🤭

me + you, harry lewis.

summary: what it's like to date harry!

warnings: language, that's about it!

you guys have been together since you were quite young

probably around 16/17

honestly there could be different stories of how you two got together

harry was always outgoing, especially if it was just between you guys

he brought the energy out of you and it made you love him for all he was

having been together for such a long time, you definitely know almost all there is to know about each other

"she doesn't like tulips as much as she likes baby breaths, so maybe get some of those"

"hm, i don't know, harry's not too fond of buttons so maybe not that top"

introducing you to the boys was one of the most nerve racking things for harry

but he knew that if he loved you, then so would they

play fighting. no doubt.

it could start off with something like harry not giving you the tv remote

and from there it's just... full on wwe

but of course harry goes gentle snd trues not to hurt you

harry loves physical contact between you guys

like when you'd both be laying in bed under the sheets, he had to be touching you in some way

whether it was an arm around your body or his head on his chest, he'd be content with whatever

but there are sometimes where harry's insecure about his clinginess

he doesn't want to come off as too clingy or needy, but he wants to literally live in your skin

and you'd always welcome him with open arms, catering to his needs as well as you could

you two love to spoil the other, not even with just gifts, it could be something like affection, date nights, or something harry randomly came up with

having to deal with harry's random bursts of energy

also having to deal with broken chairs, controllers, and a whole lot more thanks to your boyfriend's game rage

having your own groupchat with the sidewomen and spilling all the goss and whatnot

harry wanting in on the goss

harry becoming one of the girls in the sense that he's always ready for whatever gossip you have for him

forehead kisses !!!! literally yours and harry's brand at this point

you hurt yourself? here have a forehead kiss. you had a good day at work? forehead kiss. you're looking pretty today? forehead kiss.

harry becoming visibly flustered whenever one of the boys mention you on camera

he goes all shy and smiley and shit

and everyone is in love with you two, they see how happy you make each other and honestly that's the most important thing

begging harry to get a pet but also having to school him on how to take care of one properly

baby feverrrrrrrr goes through the roof when you see how he is with olive

it's enough to make anyone's ovaries burst

"look at how tiny her feet are!─── why're you looking at me like that"

"we should have a baby"

"Y/N?????"

going on the most random dates

one week could be the movies the next could be go karting

going on girls trips with his sister, leaving harry feeling betrayed and sad (he hates sharing you)

both of you are the duo that everyone hates to look after when drunk, you're either giggly or obnoxious, but the good type of obnoxious

"they're on their what, seventh drink?"

"ethan, they've been at it all night, that's not drink number seven"

"for fuck's sake, someone cut them off ─── harry! get down from the fucking counter???"

complimenting him no matter what and he never fails to blush

literally just having a good time. you're relationship is so fun.

him using you as a sofa/bed and literally flopping down on you

you never complaining too much because you do the same

bickering non stop but knowing where the line is so it doesn't become a full blown argument

wearing his clothes all. the. time.

"babe, have you seen my beige hoodie─── of course you have it"

accidentally being in the frame of his streams sometimes and his chat going wild

hugs from behind !!!! harry always snakes his arms around your stomach and pulls your back into his chest, he finds those times of hugs much nicer

hand holding is a must, even if just your pinkies are holding on to each other

harry being a little shit and teasing you all the time (both in that way and not in that way)

he has a folder in his camera roll full of pictures of you

never failing to express to each other how much you love each other

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hsficrecommendation · 6 months

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Hello Everyone! This is masterlist #4 (June of 2023!) for the all fics I have reblogged on this side blog I hold super close to me. Remember to leave feedback and reblog all the writings below!

Also, a huge thank you to all the writers mentioned, I adore you so very much and I hope you keep writing for yourselves <3

••• JUNE •••

Valentine's Day | Y/N receives a special candy gram on Valentine’s Day. - @nationalharryleague

French Fries | Harry kept glancing at her as he drove. “M’sorry about our date,” he whispered. “I don’t know what you’re apologizing for,” she shrugged and reached over to squeeze his arm while he held the steering wheel. “I had a lovely time.” - @1d1195

Shy | Close | Motherly Love | Don't Leave Me | Mother's Day | ♡ When Harry runs into a perfect stranger at a supermarket, he doesn’t know what to expect. After having been single for over a year and raising Amelia without a mother, dating somebody new feels impossible… that is, until she wins over the heart of his daughter. - @harry-writings

Vogue Beauty Secrets | Actress!Y/N does the Vogue Beauty Secrets video, and Harry decides to help. - @astranva

Gonna be Better in the Morning | Jeff and reader get into a fight and Harry takes Jeff's side. (As always, there is a happy ending with lots of comforts) - @harryhoney-bee

Work of Art | A cute little fluffy artist!Harry piece with a hint of angst! - @nationalharryleague

Update | The Best Present | Harry falls for a mysterious girl from YouTube. - @watchmegetobsessed

When The Levee Breaks | You're a waitress and Harry is being stood up. - @songbirdstyles

Playball | ♡ The reader owns a bakery and hates baseball, but what happens when her town’s bigshot MLB player walks into her bakery and she finds herself catching feelings unaware of his occupation? - @writingsbymarie

The Con Artist | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | ♡ You're a wanted criminal and when Harry Styles, the detective on the case, finally catches up to you- he finds it difficult to resist your charms. - @gurugirl

Baby Steps | You’re Harry’s son's therapist, and he isn’t the only one you end up helping. - @enthusiasticharry

Mute | ♡♡ Where Harry doesn’t talk and falls in love with Y/n. - @harry-writings

Score and Smash | In which their university holds an annual boy vs girl football match, the highly anticipated game of the year has arrived and Harry and Y/N hate each other just as equally until Y/N is under Harry.

Quid Pro Quo | Another lawyer!Harry. Technically six years before this piece. Enemies to lovers with plenty of angst! - @talesofstyles

Six Months (Part 23) | ♡ Layla desperately needs a vacation and her Aunt and Uncle come to her rescue. So, at twenty two, she packs her bag and jets off to America. Harry took a break from education and is now a full fledged content creator on OnlyFans. At twenty, he makes more money than almost all of his friends. What ensues when these two meet and realise the windows in their rooms face each other? How will paper airplanes bring them closer together? - @fishnets-fingers

2022 : Masterlist #1 , #2 , #3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. 2023 : Masterlist #1, 2, 3 (June masterlist would be continued in the next list!)

My official writing account in case you'd like to check out my fics too: @0oolookitsme :)

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bvbygrl-writes · 5 months

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Hornee thought buuuttt imagine chilling in Nevilles common room and you're on his thigh, making out hard, and he's teasing you, touching you everywhere then his friends walk in and you get embarrassed and shy and get off him really quickly but they saw anyways. And they start teasing you about the wet spot you left on his thigh while Neville is just proud

🦡

the way I never know if my fingers are gonna type in 2nd or 3rd person is wild

THIS BLURB IS 18+!!! MINORS / ACCOUNTS WITHOUT AGE DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED WITH NO WARNING BUT THIS ONE.

Everyone else had decided to head to the Quidditch game, Slytherin vs Gryffindor meaning not a singular person could be found that wasn't out there in the stands watching it go down. Well, every person was present besides you and Neville.

The two of you had split a spliff about half an hour ago and sometime between then and now the cuddling and soft kisses you two had been exchanging turned into a mess of tangled limbs and sticky, wet kisses. You became hyper aware of the way your pussy was tingling between your legs as Neville let a low growl escape from his throat. His lips brushed against your, his large calloused hands palming at the soft flesh of your ass.

"Look at you, petal. Getting all worked up from a bit of kissing. Haven't even touched your pussy and yet I can feel it drooling through my slacks." he teased, dragging his lips along the nape of your neck. You whimpered at his words, continuing to rub your messy cunt against his upper thigh.

"Feels so good, Nev." you whined out. He coos at you, beginning to suck at the junction between your neck and shoulder. Everything felt so slow and overwhelmingly pleasurable. You didn't notice he had moved his hands to your front until he snapped the waistband of your panties against your skin causing you to yelp, jumping a bit. Resting his forehead against yours, he gazes into your eyes deeply. Teasingly, he drags his thumbs under the waistband, knuckles gently brushing against the top of your pubic bone.

"I love how needy you get for me. Always such a messy little thing, baby." he mutters, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth, gently nibbling. You lean forward, lips clattering together clumsily but he easily corrects it, deepening the kiss as he slips his tongue in. The cold metal of his rings digs into your skin as he guides your hips, the tent in his pants poking at your thigh with each movements.

Before either of you could fully register what was happening the sound of happy singing and cheers came close way too fast. Pulling away, you turn around catching the sight of familiar faces as you try to climb off of Nev's lap with haste. But it's too late, your skirt is all wrinkled, a plethora of bruises on your neck and chest along with your kiss swollen lips. Neville looks less disheveled than you, making you think they wouldn't comment on anything.

"Merlin, Neville! And I thought we were having fun at the game!" Seamus said, pointing at the large wet stain on the front of his tan pants. Ron, Dean, and Harry begin to laugh. The stain was a large portion of his upper right thigh, but also a bit near his crotch.

"That's like a bloody fountain, (L/n)!" Ron said, his eyes wide as his eyes flicker from you to the stain.

You audibly gasp as you see it, hiding your face in the side of his chest. It was all too embarrassing for you to handle. Did you really leave that big of a mess?

"Are you saying you've never made a girl that wet before without laying even a finger on her pussy?" Neville says, raising a brow. The laughter from the boys dies quickly as they draw their attention from the stain to their suddenly interesting shoes. "No? Or better yet, I've doubt any of you have even made a girl that wet in general." he scoffs, pulling you into his side as he stares up at them. "Amateurs."

#bvbysblurbs:neville #neville longbottom x reader #neville longbottom x you #neville x y/n #neville x reader #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine #🦡anon

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kilistina · 1 year

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friends, right? pt.2

you didn’t really think i’d leave you hanging like that, did you??

word count: 4.2k-ish

disc. nsfw content ahead. mdni. includes fem!reader n harry styles, daddy kink ig, teasing, praise, oral, sexy time, bold ass language, best friends but not really vibes n other hot shit.

read pt.1 here <3

•••

You open your eyes with difficulty, finding it hard not to melt away at how good Harry’s thigh is making you feel. If he’s making you feel so good by just sitting there and letting you use him, how good could he make you feel if he actually does something to you himself? God—

“Gonna cum for me, love?” Harry’s voice is in your ear and all you want is to come undone, “Can feel you shaking already.”

“Fuck—” You struggle to keep your eyes open as you moan, “I’m..H—Harry I’m—”

He cuts you off with a kiss, and you moan into his mouth, “I know love, s’okay. Let it happen, let it out. Let me feel it,” He whispers as you pull away, his eyes set on yours as you continue to move your hips along his thigh, “Cum for me, Red.”

Oh. Oh.

Your mouth falls open, your eyes rolling back as your orgasm takes you by surprise, crashing down all at once. Your legs begin to shake and Harry holds you in place, his hands by your waist as he watches you.

“There you go,” He whispers words of praise to you, kissing your neck as you throw your head back lazily, “Theeere you go, love.”

You whimper as he continues to move your hips against him, letting you ride out your high.

“Yeah? I know, poor baby,” He smirks at how fucked out you already are, taunting you, “So good for me, hm?”

You bite down on your lip and nod, and he leans in to bite it himself. You melt against him, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to deepen your kiss.

“Stand up.” He murmurs against your lips, and you oblige.

He grabs a hold of your hand, knowing you’ll need it in a second. You struggle for a moment when you first get up, using Harry as support. It takes you a few seconds but you’re able to stand.

Harry’s eyes are on you and he’s taking you in, looking at you properly for the first time since you took your clothes off. He was in such a rush before, such a rush to let you use him, such a rush to make you feel good—that he didn’t realise how fucking sexy you look with nothing covering you up.

As he’s looking at you, you notice that the situation isn’t very fair. You haven’t got any clothes on, and Harry’s still got his boxers on. Normally you wouldn't think that that’s a lot of clothing, but compared to what you have on..

Harry seems to read your mind, smirking and reaching for his boxers when you reach forward and stop him.

“Wh—” He furrows his brows at you, confused.

“Let me,” You whisper, reaching for his boxers yourself.

Harry arches his brow at you slightly, clearly not expecting for you to be so direct with him. He’s always seen you as the innocent one out of the two of you. You were never the type to sleep around or have meaningless sex the way a lot of your other friends—including him—would. Harry’s always expected for you to be the shy, innocent fuck and you’ve always been fine with it because what’s wrong with that? And you’ve never felt the need to prove yourself to anyone and he has no idea and oh you’re going to enjoy this.

You give Harry a quick kiss, slipping your tongue into his mouth to make him think that you’re about to kiss him for a lot longer than you actually are. When he leans into your touch and tries to grab a hold of your waist to deepen the kiss, you pull back, breaking away. Harry tenses his jaw. You’re teasing him. It’s working.

“Red..” He murmurs your pet name as if to warn you not to go too far, to warn you not to torture him with your touch.

You look at him and smirk, sinking to your knees. His eyes follow you and his lips part in anticipation as you reach for his boxers again, your eyes still glued to his as you start to palm him through his boxers.

“Fuck,” He breathes out, his eyes widening at the feeling of your hands against him. “Oh, fuck—"

You bite your lip and reach your fingers under the hem of the fabric, slowly pulling it down. You’re agonisingly slow. Seeing Harry’s chest rise and fall at the rate it is, is only making you want to go even slower.

He’s giving you front row tickets to your favourite show.

“P—please, love,” He murmurs, cupping your cheek and running his thumb along it for a moment, “Take ‘em off for me.”

You smile up at him and nod, satisfied with his desperation. When you finally pull them down that little bit more, his cock springs free, slapping up against his stomach. He sucks in a breath as you reach forward, wrapping both of your warm hands around him.

You look up at him, flattening your tongue against his tip and licking him once. Just once.

He tastes so good that you struggle not to taste him some more.

His head tilts back against the wall and his mouth hangs open, slack as a string of dirty words fall from his lips. He’s tense.

“Relax, H,” You whisper, looking up at him innocently as you use his own words against him, “Let it happen,” You place a kiss to his tip, “Let it out,” You lick him, “Let me feel it.” You wrap your mouth around him, bobbing your head until he’s completely lost in you. Harry sucks in a breath, looking down at you with his lips parted.

“Fucking god—fuck—shit—” His eyebrows are knit together, in complete disbelief at how fucking filthy you look for him right now. Here you are, on your knees in front of him with his cock in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat over and over and over and over and over again. Harry’s never felt like this in his life. He’s never gotten head the way you’re giving it to him. He’s never felt so many things at once. He’s never been so taken back by how good someone’s making him feel. He’s never been lightheaded. Never. Not like this.

The best part? You look like there’s no place you’d rather be.

He lets out a moan, beginning to losing his mind as he tightens his grip on your head, tugging your face up so he can get a better look at you, “Fuckin—” He lets out another moan when you smirk at him and exhale, feeling the vibrations on his cock, “Y/N—love—I’m—”

You move your head up for a moment, replacing it with your hands, “I know, H,” You whisper, “It’s okay.”

His eyes screw shut and he throws his head back, groaning and moaning and whimpering all at once, “Aaah fuckin—”

You take him back into your mouth. His fingers grasp at your hair desperately, as if he’s drowning and you’re his life raft, and his hips jerk towards you, faltering as he begins to reach his limit, “Fuck,” He drops his head to look down at you, his lips parted as he pants out your name, “Yeah, fuck—Red,” He reaches down and strokes your face with his thumb, taking in the sight of you as you continue bobbing your head, “Yeah. Fucking yeaaah,” He bites his lip, another string of moans escaping his mouth all at once, “Can’t take it, fuck—”

You bob your head faster. Suck harder. Move your tongue around. Move your hands against his balls. You do everything you can. And Harry loves every second of it.

You don’t stop when you feel your throat filling with his cum, you don’t stop when he falls back against the wall from how hard his orgasm hit, you don’t stop when he tells you how good you are, how well you took him, how badly he wants to fuck you. You don’t stop until he’s cumming down your throat a second time, his legs beginning to shake from the sheer shock of it. His moans are broken, you can’t understand a single thing he’s saying to you but you know he’s saying a lot.

You pull away from him with a pop, pressing a soft kiss to his sensitive tip as he shivers under your touch. You like having the upper hand. Even if it is just for a moment.

“There you go, daddy.” You whisper, standing up and smirking at him as he tries to catch his breath.

“Say that again,” He stares at you with a hunger you’ve never seen before—from anyone—reaching his hand over to grab the back of your neck and pulling you closer to him, “Say it again. Call me that again.”

“Daddy.” You smirk and he moans, pressing his lips to yours.

“Fuck,” He whispers against your lips, holding your face in his hands and pulling you as close as he can have you, “Fuck.”

You giggle against his lips, loving the effect you have on him. It’s nice to see and feel how you make him feel, it’s oddly validating.

“Need to taste you so bad, Red,” He murmurs against your lips, desperation clear in his eyes as he searches yours for an answer, “Can I?”

“Please, yes.” You nod as he pushes you back on the bed, towering over you and reconnecting your lips within a second.

He breathes out, feeling your fingers graze his skin, tracing over the tattoos he has scattered across his arm. Your lips are back on his. He lets you take the lead, leaning into your touch and moaning into your mouth as you continue to trace his heated skin with your fingertips.

He can’t think straight. He can’t form a single, coherent thought because of your hands on his skin. The way you feel, the way you taste, the way you’re touching him.

You can’t think straight, either. It’s almost laughable—how long you’ve both wanted this. How badly you’ve both wanted to invade each other’s personal space like this. Neither of you think you can ever stop.

You grab his hand, guiding it to your chest and letting him feel you. He moans against you and pulls away for a moment to look down at you. His eyebrows are furrowed and his lips are parted as he palms your chest with his hands, quickly moving his mouth to cover yours as you begin to moan.

You feel Harry’s tongue grazing against yours, over and over again, deepening the kiss more and more until you’re practically inhaling each other. When you both finally break away for air, you can’t help but stare down at his body. So perfect. As confident as you are, you still can’t believe that you have someone who looks like Harry so desperate for you. Harry’s wondering how he got so lucky, too. He can’t believe that he’s able to see you in your entirety. What a privilege, he thinks.

His kisses trail down your neck first. He makes sure to suck on your skin just enough to mark it, teeth grazing the sensitive areas as you hum in response. He gets to your chest next, not wasting a second to wrap his lips around your nipple, reaching his hand over to play with your other one. His eyes close in bliss as he darts his tongue out to flick your nipple. You whimper. If this is how good—how quick—he is with his mouth—with his tongue—you can’t imagine how good he’ll feel with his head between your legs. You won’t have to imagine it. You’ll feel it soon enough.

You moan out his name and his eyes open, setting on yours as he moves to give your other nipple the same attention. His cheeks hollow as he sucks, his eyes still set on yours, his hands still all over you, his mouth moaning around your skin. You bite your lip so hard you feel it sting. You’re losing your fucking mind.

He moves his head up, your nipple still caught in his mouth as he continues to suck, letting it go with a pop. You gasp at the feeling, and he does it again. And again. And again.

He does it until you’re whining, until you’re bucking your hips up desperately to get some sort of friction.

“Patience, Red,” He chuckles at your desperation, beginning to kiss down your stomach, “I’ll make it worth the wait. Make you feel so fucking good. Promise.”

Your breath catches in your throat as you stare down at Harry’s face, his head finally where you want it—between your thighs. He looks down at you, admiring how you look all spread out for him. You feel vulnerable but you couldn’t care less. You’re so horny, so worked up, so wet that you need an outlet. You need to feel Harry against you.

“P—please—” You whisper, “Please, H.”

“Please what, Red?”

“Please.”

He smirks up at you, “You want my mouth?”

You can’t speak. You nod.

“Here?” He looks up at you innocently, pressing a kiss to your left thigh. You shake your head.

“How about here?” He kisses your right thigh. You shake your head again, bucking your hips up. He chuckles and holds you down by your waist, keeping his eyes on yours.

“You don’t want it?” He’s taunting you.

You groan, “N—no—fuck—”

“Where do you want me, then?” He arches a brow at you, not giving in easily, “Here?” He looks down at your centre and you nod your head frantically, practically whining for him.

“Ask me nicely.”

“H, please just—”

He cuts you off by pressing a kiss to your clit. Your eyes close. You moan at the feeling of his mouth finally coming into contact with your skin, where you need him the most.

Your eyes close and you arch your back to feel closer to him, feeling him smile against you already. He hooks one of his arms under your thigh, pulling you closer and getting better access to you.

He flattens his tongue against you, licking a stripe up your slit and back down again. He strokes the thigh you have slung over his shoulder with one of his hands, using the other to rub circles on your clit.

“F—fuck—Harry—” Your eyes roll back, “Daddy—"

He moans against you, and your back arches. You let out a high pitched moan, a sound you never thought you could make. You’ve only heard sounds like his in pornos before. You can’t believe what’s happening to you.

“Feel good?” Harry looks up at you, still rubbing circles on your clit and breathing against your skin. You nod.

“Say it,” He pulls away, staring at you, “Tell me how it feels.”

You struggle to move your mouth. Harry smirks.

“S—so—so fucking—mmmm—” Your mouth falls open in a gasp as Harry’s mouth is back on you, lapping at your skin. He slows down every few seconds, somehow knowing exactly how to drive you insane. You reach your hands down and grip onto his hair, tugging it back. He smirks and looks up at you, dipping his tongue inside you.

Your mouth opens and your eyebrows furrow, but no sound leaves you. You’ve never been so..so fucked up that you can’t even make a sound. Whatever Harry’s doing to you, he’s doing it well.

He starts fucking you with his tongue, his thumb still rubbing circles on your clit as you feel your stomach tighten.

“Fuck H, gonna cum—gonna—fuckin—”

“Make a mess of me, Red,” He murmurs against your skin, “Make a mess of my mouth.”

“Yeah?” You pant, propping yourself up on your elbows, “Ask me nicely, daddy.”

Harry’s eyes close momentarily at your words, and suddenly he’s just as insane as you, “God, please. Let me taste more of you. Please—fuck—please.”

That’s all you need. That’s all you fucking need.

You let go of Harry’s hand and reach for the back of his head, pushing his face against you as you come undone. He moans against you and you feel his tongue against every inch of you, taking whatever you’re giving him. He can’t get enough.

A string of curse words leave your lips, along with whimpers and moans and more of those high pitched sounds you’ve only heard in pornos. You collapse against the mattress and Harry continues slowly licking you as you lazily ride your high out on his face.

“That—” Your voice comes out strained, “T—thank you, H.”

He places a kiss to your clit and chuckles, towering over you kissing you. You taste yourself on his tongue and moan, reaching around his neck and pulling him closer. He holds one of his hands next to your head to hold himself up, cupping your cheek with the other as you both deepen the kiss.

“Did so good for me, baby,” He whispers against your lips, looking in your eyes, “So fucking good for me.”

He can’t wait another second, he’s too eager to taste more of you. He leans forward in an attempt to reconnect your lips, but you stop him by placing a finger to his mouth. His eyebrows furrow and he searches your eyes for some sort of indication that you want him to stop.

You never want to stop.

You lean your head forward, your finger still against his lips as you whisper.

“Fuck me, daddy,” You take your hand away, keeping your eyes locked on his, “Want you to fill me up.”

Harry falters for a moment, his eyes widening as he processes the words that just came out of your mouth. You said all the words that he never expected you to say, all at once. Only an hour ago, you were both smoking a joint and speaking about how much things have changed between you. How strange that made you both feel. And now? Now you’re..well.

Feeling a lot better.

“Yeah?” Harry swallows, trying to contain himself somehow even though he knows there’s no use, “Gonna let me stretch you out?”

You moan and arch your back, nodding.

“Words.” Harry’s voice is stern and you just want to ruin him. The way you’ve both been switching all night, the way you’ve been driving each other insane. He was made for you.

“Use me, H,” You whisper, your voice desperate and strained, “Stretch me out.”

And he does. He slowly dips his cock in, starting with the tip to let you adjust. You both screw your eyes shut and gasp at the feeling, moaning as he begins to move inside you.

“Fuck,” He sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, feeling you wrap around him, “So fucking wet.”

You whimper, moving your hands down to his back and clawing at the skin, “Just for you, daddy.”

“Yeah? Just for me?” Harry groans at the feeling of your nails across his back, “Mine, yeah?”

He knows what you’re doing. You’re trying to what, claim him? He doesn’t know what’s going through your head, but he knows that you want to mark him up. You want to mark him up well. Well enough that it’d be impossible for him to forget how good you’re making him feel. How nobody could ever compare. Yeah, you’re claiming him.

“Yours.” You breathe out as he begins to move in and out of you.

“Say it again, Red.” His voice is desperate, like he needs you to repeat yourself more than anything. He starts to speed up his movements, eager to feel as much of you as possible. You feel him hit your most sensitive spot.

“Fuck—”

“Say you’re mine,” He won’t stop asking until you give him what he wants, “Go on, say it.”

“I’m—fuck—I’m yours, H.” You gasp as he grabs a hold of one of your legs, throwing it over his shoulder to fuck into you deeper. He’s being relentless. He’s ruining you.

You want him to ruin you more.

He’s sticking two of his fingers down your throat, watching you as you suck and moan around them, “Again.” He takes his fingers out from your mouth, moving them down to rub your clit.

“I’m yours,” You let out a strained moan, your mouth falling open, “Are you mine?”

Harry’s movements are even faster now. You’re impressed. So fucking impressed at how he’s carrying himself. He’s picked up the pace, he’s circling your clit, he’s holding one of your legs above his shoulder and he’s driving you fucking crazy.

He lets your leg back down, spreading your thighs apart as he slightly changes position. He’s still on top of you but at a different angle. He towers over you, not slowing down—he wouldn’t dream of it—and moving his lips to your ear.

“Been yours for months,” He murmurs against your skin, making your eyes close, “Was just—” He grunts, “—was just waiting for you to notice.”

You can’t speak. You can’t form a single word. Your fingers grip his sides, your nails digging deeper into his skin until he bleeds.

“Shit,” He buries his head into the crook of your neck, teeth grazing your skin, “Oh fucking yeah.” Every sound that leaves his mouth is better than the last. You hear every moan, every gasp, every whimper leaving his lips.

He slows down his thrusts, making them harder and rougher and deeper. Your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel him repeatedly hitting the best part of you.

“Right there—fuck—right there—!” Your voice suddenly raises and you’re practically screaming at Harry as he continues to fuck into you, his hand still circling your clit. You let out a string of moans as he moves his hand up from your cunt to your stomach, pushing down. Your eyes close at the feeling..until it stops.

You feel a hand come into contact with your jaw, grabbing it roughly and making your eyes open. You look up to see Harry staring down at you with his jaw tensed. He’s still inside you but he isn’t moving. You want him to move.

“Open,” Harry’s voice is stern as he lightly taps the side of your face, “I’m not going to tell you again.”

You nod and bite down on your lip, enjoying this side of him more than you could’ve ever imagined. He can be so caring, so good, and so fucking condescending.

You love it all. You want it all. You need it all.

He begins to move again, his own eyes closing for a split second before he catches himself and sets them back on yours. You furrow your brows, trying to control the moans leaving your lips as his thrusts grow faster and harder again. His hand drops from your face back down to your stomach, where it was before.

“See that, baby?” He applies pressure to your lower stomach, where you look to see the outline of where he’s penetrating you, “So deep.”

You whimper and you can feel tears pricking in your eyes from how fucking euphoric you feel. You never thought it was possible to feel so much at once.

Your back arches as his hips meet yours, slamming into you. Harry drops his head to your shoulder, letting himself feel everything he’s ever wanted to feel.

“Cum with me, Red. Cum all over my cock,” He groans, his lips brushing against your skin, “I belong to you.”

You smile, digging your nails deeper into his back, “You belong to me.”

Harry’s voice is something between a mumble and a moan at this point, an endless stream of curse words falling from his lips as he feels you clenching around him.

You both cum at the same time, moaning so loudly that neither of you would be surprised if you woke up without voices tomorrow morning or with a noise complaint from your neighbours. Or both.

He practically collapses on top of you, shifting to the side and falling on his back. You both pant, trying to catch your breath as you stare up at the plain beige ceiling above your heads.

“That was..” You trail off, struggling to find words as your chest heaves.

“Yeah.” Harry’s in the same boat, knowing exactly what you mean.

“Friends do that?”

Harry laughs. He really laughs. Like he hasn’t laughed in years. Claps his hands together, covers his mouth even though there’s no use. You laugh with him.

After a few minutes, Harry moves to stand up from the bed. You smile at yourself when you notice that he’s walking over to your side of the bed. The view isn’t bad either.

He holds his hand out to you and you grab it, standing up with his help. You both smile at each other and share a quick, soft kiss before making your way to the bathroom. Harry gets the shower ready and you both step under the water, closing your eyes and holding each other close for a few moments.

“I belong to you.” Harry murmurs against your hair, pressing a kiss to your head. You pull away just enough to look at him.

“I belong to you, too.” You smile. He smiles back, widely.

“We’ll see where this goes?” He asks, his dimples still on display from how wide he’s grinning. You lean forward and try to kiss him, feeling each other’s teeth from how hard you’re both smiling.

You giggle against his lips, looking up at him with adoration, “We’ll see where this goes, H.”

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adore-laur · 5 months

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THE FIRST DAY HOME

— an addition to milestones (part of the dadrry universe) 🌅

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A revitalizing gust of autumn air graced Harry's lungs when he nudged his hip against the handicap button near the hospital door. His hands were too occupied to manually push it open himself since one acted as a crutch of balance for you, and the other gripped the car seat that held his two-day-old daughter.

During the journey out, finally leaving behind drab hallways and stuffy rides in the elevator, Harry refilled his disposable coffee cup and drowsily glanced between the Keurig and his sleeping baby girl. He noticed she was no bigger than the burbling machine in front of him. Just shy of eighteen inches tall, she could have practically been mistaken for a doll with her pouted pink lips and silken eyelashes that melted the hearts of everyone who passed by. The nurses Harry had made friends with over the past couple of days fawned over her, and it had taken a good ten minutes to leave the waiting room because of all the attention.

She belonged at home, though, which is why he had politely excused himself and ushered you and his baby out of the hospital like he was relocating valuable artwork. On second thought, the analogy didn't sound too far from reality.

Scanning the congested parking lot, Harry tried to remember where he parked the damn car; those three cups of black coffee he had downed in the last hour weren't working in his favor. He shivered and tucked you closer into his warmth. It was November, so a chill hung in the crisp morning air and required sweatshirts. His daughter had a crocheted blanket from the nursery resting over her body and a pink beanie snug on her head. The temperature change didn't seem to bother her, nor did the movement when he eventually steered the two of you in the direction of the car.

He unlocked the doors while mentally reviewing the safety procedures for securing a fragile baby into a big, scary vehicle. So many things could go wrong, but he brushed aside those troubling thoughts and carefully installed the car seat to face the rear.

"You got everything?" you asked faintly, lingering behind him like a gentle spirit guide.

Harry turned his head and took in your physical state of weariness. "Yeah, love. Did you want to do it? Sorry, I got ahead of myself." Your detached gaze looked right through him as you shook your head.

"No, I'm too tired and sore," you whispered, sniffling a little. He sincerely hoped it was from the weather and not from forthcoming emotion.

Lovingly cradling your head, he said, "I hear you, honey. How about you go sit down and rest for a bit? I'm in dad mode right now. You need to be in sleep mode."

You slumped your forehead against his chest, an adorable way of nonverbally saying thank you, then retreated to the other side of the car to get in the back. Harry reached over to buckle your seatbelt before continuing his task.

After pushing his unwashed hair out of his eyes, he clicked the car seat into position and tightened the straps already securing his daughter just to be safe. Her blanket was tucked behind her neck, and he inhaled the skin there, her addictive baby smell easing his cluttered mind almost instantly. With a featherlight kiss to her cheek, he softly shut the door and slid into the driver's seat with aching joints and a foreign feeling coursing through his veins. He adjusted the rear-view mirror to better see both of you and grinned when he saw you dozing off already. He couldn't help himself when he reached back to loosely grab your fingers and plant a kiss on your wedding ring.

"What's wrong?" you slurred, weakly squeezing his thumb. The way you stared at him, so very tired yet so very beautiful, reminded him of memories gone by.

"Nothing," Harry said with a choked laugh. Why was he tearing up? When had that happened? "You… you're a mom. We're parents. It hit me just now."

He always knew you were never meant to be a stranger in his life.

"Well, Mom needs Dad to start driving so I can sleep in my own bed again—and on my stomach." You smiled lazily. "Oh, I can't wait for that."

With that, he reversed out of the parking space and headed home. It was a tranquil drive along the coast, soft breathing and sips of coffee being the only sounds until he eventually pulled into the driveway the slowest he'd ever done.

The next few minutes were a blur. Harry unpacked the trunk stuffed with supply bags he had brought to the hospital, which were full of necessary and unnecessary items. Once inside the comfort of the house, he watched you immediately sprawl out onto the couch and drown in the comforter that had been left there from your five-in-the-morning contractions.

Harry filled a glass of ice water for you and set it on the coffee table before kneeling, his knees cracking due to minimum use in the last forty-eight hours. "I'm gonna show her around the house," he murmured, playing with your hair.

"You sound like a real estate agent."

He hummed a dry laugh. "Am I delirious, or has motherhood made your jokes worse?"

You kicked your foot out to hit him; however, you accidentally nailed him right in his groin region. Harry grunted and pinched his eyes shut, suffering through the momentary pain. Your gasp quickly turned into a giggle, and he tickled your neck as revenge.

"I'd like to have more kids with you, thanks," he said, standing with a groan and subtly adjusting himself. "Call me if you need anything, yeah? And drink some water, please."

He stepped away and lifted his daughter from the car seat, his heart expanding at the way her body remained scrunched. He then wrapped her blanket around himself, the material stretching enough to cover her.

He should show her the nursery first, where he would spend a lot of bonding time in the upcoming weeks, or even the kitchen, where she'd be his enthralled audience member as he cooked meals. Instead, he slid off his shoes and opened the patio door before slowly trekking down the wooden stairs leading to the house's private beach area. The California sunrise was a boundless blend of blues and oranges, and the water along the horizon sparkled.

"What do you think?" he asked the sleeping bundle in his arms. With bare feet, he found a place on the sand where the waves barely reached his toes. The sound of them crashing on the shore solidified the feeling of home in his chest. "Pretty breathtaking, huh?"

He would never get sick of the view since it was the backdrop of his most treasured moments with you. Drinking coffee together and watching the sunrise as birds chirped their morning songs. Spending golden hour evenings kissing in the ocean while lust flourished like a summer zinnia. Moonlit nights sitting by a campfire, prattling on about the future while tipsy on wine.

Everything circled back to you like he was in a whirlpool of your sheer, shimmering existence.

"Your mom," Harry mused, "she's amazing, isn't she? Sometimes, I wonder how she does it… how she makes everything look so effortless." He bent his knees and laid his daughter on his thighs as if speaking to her directly would ingrain the sentiment into her head. "I want you to know she will give you the world, okay? She's going to make you feel so loved, and I'll do my absolute best to match her affection, but know that you won't meet anyone who loves more selflessly than her."

The breeze agreed as it picked up and swirled around him. Glancing down, he studied the creation in his arms. Her features were the perfect fusion of him and you, the shape of her eyes matching yours and the shape of her lips matching his.

"I hope you look more like her than me when you get older," he said, drawing shapes in the sand with his fingers. "But the selfish side of me hopes you have my smile. Don't tell her that, though. Let's wait until she sees it because then she'll never be able to say no to you. I figured out that secret ages ago."

He couldn't wait until her personality started to shine through. Would she try to get her way by being clingy like he does? Or would she give him puppy dog eyes like you do? If it was a mixture of both, he would have a troublemaker on his hands.

"Anyway," Harry said with an exhale, "I brought you out here because this beach is where we'll spend lots of time together. Dad has special memories here. My favorite is when I proposed to your mother. After she said yes, we ran into the ocean without knowing where life would take us." His eyes became glossy, a film of tears threatening to escape his waterline. "I'm so glad it brought us you. I'm so, so glad."

As morning eased its way into full effect, he looked back at the house where years of love resided. Why not add some more?

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bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove · 5 months

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Always There - Chapter Nine: S.Snape

Summary: Y/N Potter was left with a baby to care for after her brother and sister-in-law were murdered by Voldemort. One person was there for her, a person she didn’t expect but soon became her comfort person, Severus Snape. During Harry’s third year at Hogwarts and her third year as Herbology professor, a few old friends come around again. Y/N has to handle the feelings of these old friends being around again as well as handle her feelings for a certain potions master all while she tries to hide these things from her godson.

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Pairings: Severus Snape x Female Professor Reader, Potter!Reader x friend!Remus, Sister!Reader x James Potter, Potter!Reader x Friend!Sirius

Chapter Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader(No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, Harry growing up in a loving home, Happy Snape, sappy Snape, not proofread, flashbacks

Series Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader (No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, OOC Snape, Harry grows up in a loving environment, mentions of death and murder, poorly written angst, Remus is a shitty friend, poorly written pining,

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It was Christmas Eve which meant the night of the Yule Ball, the students were anxious however, excitement hung in the air. She watched as the champions danced with their dates first, couples joining in a few moments later. Severus held out his hand to her, silently inviting her to dance with him. She smiled at him, taking hold of his hand and following him into the center of the dance floor. “You look absolutely stunning tonight, my love,” He complimented.

“And you look absolutely dashing tonight, honey,” Y/N replied with a bright smile. The two of them waltzed around the floor, smiling like idiots and cracking jokes to one another.The couple got interrupted by a certain boy with a scar on his forehead.

“Sorry to interrupt, can I steal Aunt Y/N for a dance?” Harry asked the pair.

“Of course you can, my boy. I’ll be by Minerva waiting for you love,” Severus parted with a kiss to her forehead before standing off to the side with Minerva as he said.

“My darling boy, you look so handsome!” Y/N gushed at her nephew making his cheeks turn a bright red color.

“You look beautiful Aunt Y/N,” Harry complimented his aunt with a shy smile on his face. She smiled right back at him and kissed his cheek in thanks. They danced through the song, Y/N telling Harry a story about her and James learning how to dance before a formal family party when they were around his age. Harry soaking in everything she was telling him.

The Potters were holding a formal party for the families they were friends with. Euphemia insisted that Y/N and James learn how to ballroom dance, going as far as getting an instructor to come to the house to teach the pair. Little did the Potters know, that very same instructor would be walking out before the lessons were over.

“Mr. Potter, if you will. I will demonstrate with you, then Miss Potter and then you will practice together,” The instructor explained before taking James to teach him the steps first. After showing James, she moved onto Y/N, walking her through the steps before setting the siblings free to practice together in front of her. She still had another hour with the pair before she would be leaving. The second James and Y/N had begun, James was whispering jokes to his sister, trying to get her to crack.

She didn’t crack until James had said, “She’s got dragon’s breath, damn near knocked me on my arse.” Y/N busted out laughing, nearly falling over and messing up the dance. The instructor groaned, resetting the pair and restarting the music.

“She reminds me of a toad,” Y/N whispered to her brother which caused him to burst out laughing and in turn, mess up the dance. This continued until the instructor walked out in a fit of frustration. The pair continued laughing at the woman until they had fallen over and were literally rolling on the floor laughing. They continued to laugh even as their mother was scolding them.

“You guys were really close,” Harry pointed out.

“Jamie was my best friend, I told him everything and he told me everything. He was also terrible at keeping secrets but he knew I could so he told me everything. There was this one time where your mum did something super embarrassing in front of your dad and of course he had to tell me because he thought it was funny. I may have let it slip one night after a party that James had told me. I had never seen Lily so angry before, it was quite funny actually,” Y/N rambled to her nephew.

“What was so embarrassing that she didn’t want anyone to know about?” Harry questioned, curious about the new information he was given.

“They were on a date and James got them milkshakes but as Lily took a sip, James made her laugh so hard the milkshake came out of her nose, James had went to wipe her face and knocked over her butterbeer and it spilled all down the front of her pants so it looked like she had peed her pants,” She told him. The song had ended and the Weird Sisters took the place of the first band. “Go dance with your friends my love. I’ll be outside with Uncle Sev,” She told her nephew, kissing his cheek before going to Severus who was chatting with Minerva.

“Would you like to get some fresh air?” Severus asked her.

“Yes, please, it’s quite hot in here.” Severus offered his arm to her, which she took gratefully and followed him out to the courtyard. The pair took that time outside to talk about her concerns for Harry and the tournament. She also pointed out to Severus how different Moody had been acting. Severus had noticed the difference in behavior in Moody, he too thought that something was off but he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what. As the night came to a close, Igor had joined the pair outside, trying to get answers out of Severus although he knew just as much as Karkaroff did.

It was quickly approaching 2 in the morning when Y/N and Severus had gone to bed, promising to exchange gifts when they woke up rather than before going to bed. The next morning, Y/N and Severus did their gift exchange. Severus getting her a gorgeous emerald necklace as well as a mimbulus mimbletonia, seeing as she had been slightly jealous that Neville Longbottom had been given one. Y/N got him a new cloak, this one a dark green rather than black and she also got him an expensive cauldron as well as a new quill and more ink. He had mentioned to her that he was low on ink and that his good quill had broken so she thought to get him a new one.

The rest of their winter holiday was quite uneventful, the couple spending some much needed time together as well as with Harry. Now it was approaching the second task, Harry scrambling to figure out what he was going to do for the second task. She had given the boy gillyweed after Neville had mentioned it to him; she had hoped that it would last for the hour he needed it and that he would succeed in the task. She was nervous though, very nervous, he had to be under the water with merpeople and grindylows for an hour.

The day of the task, she was once again a nervous wreck, Severus doing his best to keep her calm but that hadn’t worked out very well. She was on the edge of her seat as the rest of the champions had begun to resurface. She made her way from the top deck down to the bottom and waited for her nephew. He was the last to resurface, Ron and Fleur’s sister coming up before Harry did. When the boy had been launched onto the platform, she felt relieved but panicked again when she noticed the marks all around him.

The grindylows had gotten to him but he was able to make his way past them. She covered the boy in a blanket and pulled him in for a tight hug, hearing him wince as he hugged her back once again. Madam Pomphrey had to give him a sling for a few days until his arm got better which made his aunt baby him quite a bit.

Severus knew that this was her way of telling herself that Harry was safe, even if he didn’t need to be babied. Severus was there for her, he listened to all of her thoughts, all of her concerns, and all of her memories she held. She had been thinking a lot about her brother lately, the thoughts not stopping, even whilst she slept she dreamed about having her brother with her once again.

Maybe if her brother was here, she wouldn’t have a massive weight on her shoulders, maybe she wouldn’t feel the constant anxiety of having a nephew that dark wizards were after. Maybe she would feel happier, maybe she would’ve gotten Severus and James to finally get along. There were so many maybes and what ifs going through her mind, she felt like she was going crazy. She knew she would if another attack was targeted on her boy, she knew something big was coming. She believed that was why she was feeling this way, something was coming. Something sinister, something evil.

The term continued as normal, Harry having to do more mental prep for the next task rather than magical. The last task was a maze, said maze held the triwizard cup and whoever one said cup, also won 1,000 galleons, not that Harry or Cederic needed it, both boys being well off. Both the champions from Hogwarts were tied for first place which took stress away from Harry. It meant he got to go in the maze first with Cederic.

The last task was set for the next day, exams just having been finished, a majority of her students passing her class, a handful not doing very well. Y/N sat with her nephew the night before, Harry staying with her wanting her comfort before the last task. Severus also spent the night with the duo, giving comfort to the pair of them. Harry sleeping in the middle of his aunt and uncle, the couple having a protective hold on the boy ensuring he was safe in their arms. He may have been 14, but he needed to be held by his family sometimes.

The next morning, the boy was so anxious he could barely eat, having to force toast down. His anxiety worsened the closer he got to the time of the task, it was like he was a beacon of emotion because his aunt was feeling the same way. Her anxiety getting worse as the minutes pass. Once it was finally time for the last task, Y/N and Severus walked him onto the field where the entrance of the maze was. Dumbledore told the champions and the crowd what was to go down and gave them a warning. When Filch pulled the cannon, Y/N kissed her nephew on the forehead before watching him enter the maze. Moody pointing to the direction Harry should go.

She knew that something was about to change, she just couldn’t figure out exactly what but something was coming.

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tollingreminiscentbells · 5 months

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RoCS Side Story: Simon and Harry

Since people sometimes ask about Simon and backstory and things of that nature, I thought I'd deliver with a little bit of side content! Specifically, Simon and baby Harry meeting for the first time. A little shy of 1,000 words below the cut, if Harry's early childhood, and Simon's take on how to talk to toddlers, is of interest to you.

“I’m here to see the boy.”

The older woman currently responsible for the care of Harry Potter looks at Simon with extreme skepticism. Simon doesn’t blame her—he wouldn’t trust him, either.

“Harry,” he amends, because he knows he wouldn’t appreciate being referred to as the boy and, even if Harry isn’t present for this conversation, it’s the principle of the fucking thing.

She still looks profoundly unimpressed, but nods. The Dark Lord must have let her know Simon was coming, though he can’t imagine she was fully prepared to be confronted with a skinny twenty-year-old who hasn’t slept in almost thirty hours.

In hindsight, that might have been an error in judgment on his part.

“This way,” she says stiffly.

“Thank you,” he says, following her down the hall and up a flight of stairs.

Their destination turns out to be a small nursery on the second floor, just off the landing. And there, sitting in a crib under the window, playing with a stuffed dog, is the child the Dark Lord inexplicably thinks Simon is fit to raise.

“I’ll be back in fifteen minutes,” the woman tells him. She leaves the door open on her way out.

Simon watches her go, then turns his attention to Harry, who is watching him with fascination, the stuffed toy forgotten. They stare at each other for a moment and then Simon says, “Hello.”

Harry waves. “Hi.”

“Oh.” Simon blinks at him. “You can talk. Sorry, I didn’t realize.”

Harry giggles and says again, “Hi.”

“Albeit with a somewhat limited vocabulary.” Simon crosses the room and folds his arms against the side of the crib. “I suppose you are only . . . how old are you?” He shakes his head. “I don’t know why I’m asking you, you’re a baby. Or are you a toddler? Is there a discrete point where one becomes the other?”

Every word that leaves his mouth is just more evidence that he has no business even being here. Of all the wizards in Britain, Simon Glass might be the last one anyone should entrust a small child to, particularly a small child as important as Harry Potter.

Said small child is stretching his arms in Simon’s direction. “Up.”

“You want out of the cage? I don’t blame you.”

He’s never picked up a toddler before, but the principle seems straightforward enough and he reaches down to wrap his arms around Harry and lift him up and over the side of the crib. He’s heavier than he looks, but Simon doesn’t drop him and instead gets them both situated on the floor, so he’ll consider that a success.

The bar is so low he’d have to start tunneling to go any lower.

And then they’re back to staring at each other because of course they are. Simon has never felt more out of his depth in his life. This is worse than the day he got arrested.

“I don’t know what to do,” he admits quietly.

Harry tilts his head curiously, but Simon’s uncertainty might be affecting him because his face is starting to screw up like he’s going to cry. In a tiny, plaintive voice, he says, “Mama?”

Oh. Oh no.

But Harry really looks like he’s going to cry now, so Simon does the only thing he can think of: he starts talking again. “She’s . . . she’s not coming back, I'm sorry. Neither of them are.” He tries to smile and is very certain he fails. “My mother died a long time ago—I don’t remember her very well. I wish it had been the other way around and my father died first, but no one asked me.” He reaches out and brushes messy hair off Harry’s forehead. “No one asked you, either, did they? I suppose we’re alike that way.”

The talking strategy seems to be working because Harry is once more looking at Simon with some degree of interest, the tears held at bay. He makes a noise that isn’t quite a word, but Simon has spent most of his life not being understood by the people around him, so he nods. “Just so.”

Harry smiles at him, which makes him quite possibly the only person who has ever found Simon remotely amusing, and Simon sighs. “I’m not cut out to be a parent,” he tells him flatly. “The house is horrible and I can’t cook. I don’t know anything about children. And there’s no one else, so you won’t even be getting a proper family out of the deal. This is a terrible idea and I don’t know why anyone would even entertain it.”

Harry holds out a hand and Simon takes it, watching as pudgy fingers curl around his index and middle fingers. It’s kind of sweet, actually. Reaching out to Simon like he’s in any way fit to be here, like Simon is someone he might conceivably be comforted by.

Perhaps the Dark Lord knew Simon better than he knows himself because there really isn't a decision to be made, is there? It was made the moment Simon walked in the door. Or maybe even sooner. The moment he agreed to meet Harry Potter at all.

Harry is alone in the world now, but Simon has an idea of what that’s like and maybe . . . maybe that will be enough to get them started. A foundation he can build on, if he manages to keep them both alive long enough to try.

Looking into Harry's bright green eyes, he finds that he wants to try.

“I suppose I should introduce myself, shouldn’t I?” When Harry smiles again, he smiles back. “I’m Simon.”

#revolution of configured stars #rocs #my fics

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tomholland1996simp · 2 years

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Tom Holland x Holland reader. The reader is like four years old and is really clingy to Tom when he gets back from filming. Even maybe when he’s with his friends too, she’s shy and just misses him?

Missing Tom || Holland sister

Summary: The reader is the holland’s brothers sister, who is four years old and when Tom is away from filming she misses her big brother a lot. Eventually he comes back home and the reader is very clingy towards him as she missed him.

“Where’s y/n?” Sam asked as he set her plate on the table. The brother hadn’t seen his sister all day and he was getting worried. She was only a toddler after all, she couldn’t be doing much.

“Haven’t seen her all day” Paddy shrugged not looking up once’s from his phone making his older brother scoff. Sam then walked up the stairs going into his sisters open bedroom door not finding her anywhere.

“Y/n?-Bro have you seen Y/n” He asked Harry who walked out his own room. ‘No’ Harry said giving his brother a look. That’s when they heard a little sniffle coming from Toms room. Slowly opening the door a little y/n laid on her brothers bed crying into Toms pillow with Tessa cuddling her.

“y/n/n, hey, hey what’s wrong?” Sam asked crouching down to the crying toddler, who sobbed loudly.

“T-t-Tommy” she cried not being able to breathe properly.

“Shhhh, calm down. Come on breathe with me” He wiped her tears trying to get her breath back. Eventually she calmed down, leaving with just little sniffles.

“I-I want Tommy” She said voice quiet as she cuddled into Tessa more.

“I know darling, Tom will be back soon. He’s at work remember” Sam spoke opening his arms for the little girl to crawl into. He stroked her hair kissing her head. It was sad seeing his little sister like this, she really loved Tom and missed him. All of them did but it was wore for her as she’s still young and doesn’t understand properly.

“You want me to call mum?” Harry asked from the door, hoping Nikki could come home and help the little girl. But she shook her head…all she needs is Tom.

“Wanna eat some food?” Sam asked, she shook her head, no. “Come on you gotta eat, then maybe we will call Tommy” He suggested making her instantly nod.

However later that day when Sam tried to call Tom he said he couldn’t answer. Making y/n get mad and start to cry again. She cried and cried in her mothers arms until she was too tired and ended up falling asleep. This sadly happened a lot so they were used to it.

The next day y/n stayed in Toms bed where she had slept not wanting to move at all. Little did she know Tom was going to return home that day.

“Baby, wanna go on a walk with Tessa?” Nikki asked her only daughter, hoping it will make her feel better.

“No” She simply said still facing the wall.

“Okay, me and dad are gonna go. Sam, Paddy and Harry are here if you need anything” She kissed her head leaving the room with the door a little bit open.

“shhh she’ll hear you” Harry whispered to his older brother as they slowly walked towards his room. “Wait why is she in my room?” Tom asked confused.

“Just go in, don’t be loud” Harry said leaving them both alone.

Tom slowly closed his door, setting his suitcase on the side. Climbing into his unmade bed, going under the covers and wrapping his arms around the small body of his little sister. He kissed her head not knowing if she was sleeping or not.

“Go away” She cried pushing his arms off her thinking it was Harry or Sam or even Paddy.

“Hey, hey now that’s not the way you great your favourite brother you haven’t seen in two months” Tom joked but also was concerned to why she was crying.

As soon as he spoke she turned around snapping her head to her brother she had missed. And throwing herself at him, crying into his neck.

“Why you crying, sweetheart” He rubbed her back.

“Tommy” She sobbed her tears falling on his neck as she pulled away to look at Tom. “I missed you” She said.

“Aww darling, I missed you too” He smiled at the cute 4 year old. Tessa even jumping into him excited. “And you too Tessa” he laughed stroking her.

“Yeah man, I missed you guys” Tom said to his friends as he took a sip of his beer in his hands, still holding onto y/n who cuddled into his lap. Him and his friends were sitting in his living room catching up.

“I gotta go toilet” Tom said placing his van on the side, moving his sister off his lap.

“Noooo!” y/n whined missing being close to her brother.

“I’ll be back im just going bathroom” He reassured her.

“Take me with you” She said standing up.

“I’m not taking you with me silly, i’ll be a minute” He said going to walk away, hearing her drop on the floor crying.

“Someone been missing Tom” Harrison laughed, standing up to pick the girl up. “It’s fine mate I got her” he told Tom as she cried for him to come back.

“Shhh, it’s okay. He’s just going toilet” Tuwaine told her as she shyly hid her face from his friends.

And as Tom said he came a minute later, now carrying y/n’s favourite blanket and her teddy bear Tom brought her when she turned four. When she saw Tom she ran over to him crawling straight into his lap as he gave her the teddy and wrapped her blanket around her.

“She missed you a lot” Harry said.

“Yeah she pulled a big fit last night as you couldn’t call” Sam butted in making the little girl glare at him.

“Shut up” She said rudely.

“Hey we don’t tell people to shut up” Nikki said walking into the room. “Wanna go upstairs, you have to go bed in an hour” She smiled at her child.

“No, please let me stay with Tommy” she said moving into him more.

“I’ll take her up soon, promise” Tom smiled at his mum as she nodded, looking at her oldest and youngest children in awww’s.

“We’re gonna go now anyways” Toms friends say as he gets up to say goodbye, still carrying his sister.

Once they had left he was tired, he was still jet lagged from his morning and just needed a peaceful sleep.

“Wanna go sleep now?” He asked y/n kissing her cheek.

“Yes, your bed?”

“Yeah, you really did miss me, huh?” He walked up the stairs.

“Don’t want you to go” She sadly said as he laid her down in the bed.

“I’m just turning off the light, sweetheart” He turned off the light, pulling y/n close to him.

“Goodnight Tommy, Love you” she smiled cuddling into Tom.

“Goodnight darling, love you too” He kissed her head falling into a deep sleep.

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nicksolemnlyswears · 10 days

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what up my peeps? i made a disappearing act last month but im here to give you guys a lil update on my life.

the reason i disappeared is ‘cause being a student in the medical field is hard and busy. so my sincerest apologies!

for the han girlies im here to let you know what im currently working on. let me preface this by saying that some of these requests i’ve had for a while and im working on them, just little by little. i love han but he’s not my main focus (it’s my harry potter longfic if you wanna check it out 👀)

requests:

waitress! reader! spin off!

gisele comes back and han gets back with her. han doesn’t know that our little waitress is pregnant. years later they reunite…

dating! han headcanons and wife! headcanons

these are two requests i’m merging into one because if not i think i’d be repeating myself.

jealous!han oneshot

han is jealous of your male best friend and his behavior towards you

a jealous baby girl!

how will baby girl react when an old fling of han’s pops up

my fic idea(s):

takashis cousin! reader x han

Takashi is in charge of watching over you while his uncle is abroad (avoiding a run in with authority). He takes you to the races where you meet mysterious Han.

Age gap will be present. 18-19 year old reader and a 28 year old Han. I’m leaning towards a more innocent vibe from the reader. Or rather not innocent but inexperienced and shy.

Overprotective gang leader father and all that. Constantly surrounded by bodyguards. Always under supervision.

“What was it that you said about school girls?” Takashi to Han

Maybe it will give off forbidden vibes. Very much secret romance

Been thinking of doing it like a flashback format. The gang are going through old stuff and one of them finds a box of Hans belongings from tokyo. They see a picture of reader and ask about it.

#han lue fanfiction #fanfiction #fast and furious fanfiction #han lue #han lue x reader #han lue request #han seoul oh #asks #han lue headcannons #han lue headcanons #han lue imagines #han lue fanfic #han lue smut #han lue imagine #fast & furious

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hazgoldenstyles · 9 months

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Enquainted

In a quiet, empty bakery, there he sits sipping his strawberry tea while humming a tune of Mac DeMarco. While His soft humming gets interrupted by the clock striking twelve, he gets startled by the slightly loud noise causing his tea to spill a bit on his chin.

“Oh goody, I guess I better get outta here”, he says wiping his chin while quickly standing. He leaves a good amount of cash by his receipt and draws a sloppy flower while saying his goodbyes to the last workers on shift.

Harry has had his fair share of women in his life. So his experience was lets just say… pretty good. He’s always been really shy and sweet but the upmost caring person to anybody, even if he didn’t know them.

Most of the women in his life knew his needs and knew how fragile he was but always found a way to take advantage of him. But Harry didn’t like being alone, so he suffered with the mistreatment while also doing things that he didn’t like so much.

But Harry is a vampire.

A sweet soft one at that.

The 27 year old loves marshmallows and strawberry tea… quite weird right.

But right now he’s thinking about someone who can fulfill his needs, but also want him for who he is.

He walks down the street in his baby pink jumper and cream slacks on his way home.

While he’s walking he sees a girl sitting all alone on a bench with pretty arm warmers on.

Oh those look so fuzzy and warm Harry thinks to himself, I should go tell her.

Harry makes his way over to the girl nervously playing with the edges of his jumper and mutters out, “ex- excuse me”

The girl whips her head up and smiles, mostly because of how adorable and shy he looks. She tucks a curly strand behind her ear.

“Oh, yes” she responds.

Harry smiles a bit while rocking on the balls of his feet, “I really like your jumper, I- I think its really pretty.”

The girl smiles softly at the nervous boy, “why thank you, I love yours as well” she compliments. Staring at how the boy bashfully smiles at the ground.

“Th-thanks. My mumma got it for me back in England” he responds, looking around at his surroundings forgetting that its quite dark out and he’s just talking to a random girl while he should be on his way home. But Harry barely talks to people, so while he’s worrying, he secretly basks in it.

Not knowing how to exit the conversation with a pretty girl thats making him oh so nervous and giddy he says, “uhm okay… byeeee” he darts his eyes around while quickly making eye contact. He waves his fingers that she notices are painted a soft pink.

She smiles at that. How adorable can he get

In her own headspace forgetting that he bid her a goodbye, she sees him already a ways down the sidewalk.

Hopefully she sees him again.

🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐

Sunday morning Honie walks down the street on her way to Pinkys Cafe. A quaint, cute little cafe that one of her friends recommended to her.

While she’s walking, she hears some tussling and loud voices so her interest won her over. She follows the sound to see what’s going on.

Oh lord please don’t let it be nothing too bad she says to herself.

The noise trails to a group of guys surrounded by some boy in a all blue crewneck with fuzzy sleev-

That’s the boy who complimented her a few days ago.

Immediately she rushes over trying to help ease the situation and try to get the sweet shy boy somewhere she knows is comfortable.

She walks closer to the scene with rage in her eyes, “HEY” she yells.

The group of men quickly look up and scurries off, most likely not wanting to get into any legal trouble knowing she was bound to call the police.

She wastes no time in consoling the shaking, whimpering Harry. He put his sweater paws on his eyes to control his emotions, laying his head on the pretty lady’s shoulder.

“I was j-just trying t-to g-get to work… but I s-saw them so I didn’t l-know what to d-do” he stutters in vulnerability, tears falling down his soft rosy cheeks.

How could someone be so mean to this poor angel.

She looks at him with sadness and has the perfect idea.

“Oh no, hey hey, none of that now you’re too pretty to cry you know.” She says softly with a smile on her face. He looks at her with nervousness but with a small shy smile.

He looks down playing with his flower ring anxiously, remembering what just happened. “I was actually about to go get some tea if you wanted to come with?” She questions softly.

He looks up and nods his head with misty eyes, “yes please. I think that would make me feel better”

She smiles at him fondly and holds her arm out for him to latch onto. He loops his around softly snd cautiously, darting his eyes around so he doesn’t have to make eye contact and says, “okay, I’m ready for some some tea. I-Ive been craving it since yesterday” he says shyly while walking.

“Well lets go get your tea sweet boy”

A/N- hi guys! I hope you like the first part to this series!! Give me feedback please, it really helps me and build my motivation to have the second part out faster than the original set date. Also, tell me your theories and what you think may happen in the future, it’ll be greatly appreciated. Thank you my bleu babiessss 🤍

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#hs #harry styles #harryedwardstyles #harrystylesfanfic #harry styles x reader #harry styles one shot #harrystyleswriting #reblog #babyblueblood #i hope you like it #the second part will be longer!#vampire!harry #harry styles x black reader #harry styles masterlist #harrystyles smut

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cinemastyles-blog · 9 months

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Touch Each Other [Narry]

Summary: An Anonymous request on Wattpad - “Can you maybe do a threesome with niall, but Niall and Harry also do stuff with each other. Like the girl is just watching and getting of by herself...”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, threesome!Narry, guyxguy actions, three way, dirty talk, oral (all), hair pulling, semi forceful actions (all consented of course!), very sexual innuendos, just absolutely filthy

Thank you for being so patient with me as I work on writing my new fan fiction. <3

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I found this picture on Pinterest so creds to owner!

“Hello, darling.” Harry greets you as he walks into the dining room where you sit, enjoying your lunch.

“Hey, baby.” You put down your fork and wipe your mouth, “Didn’t know you’d be home early. I would have grabbed you something.”

He smiles and shakes his head, “Ate at the studio with Mitch.” He sits down and looks at you and you instantly start smiling and you nod, “I called him.”

“What did he say?” Harry asks as he steals a few sips of your coffee.

You playfully glare at him and laugh, “He’ll be here for dinner.” Your eyes move up to his and a smirk grows slowly as he hands your coffee back to you, “Perfect,”

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Harry has always had a little crush on Niall, and vice versa.

“What do you want for dinner?” Harry leans over you and kisses your cheek as he lays an arm over your chest.

You close your eyes and hum as you lean your head back onto him, “Hmm.. surprise us.”

“Alright.” Harry kisses below your ear and slowly starts to suck a mark onto your skin, “I can’t wait for dessert.” He leans up and walks away, looking back at you with a smirk as he leaves you a tiny bit flustered.

The doorbell rings and before you can get up, Harry jumps out of the kitchen, “I’ll get it!” He yells quickly before taking a deep breathe, “I can get it, you stay.”

You can’t help but smile at how Harry acts when Niall comes over. He gets all shy and flustered and it’s so cute to you.

Little do they know, tonight is all about them. You’re just here for the show.

“Hey!” You walk over to Niall and he wraps you in his arms, “How was your flight?” You lean back and smile up at him, “Not too bad I hope.”

He smiles and scans his eyes over your face, “Oh it was awful.” He looks at Harry and you can see Niall’s lips turn into a smile, “Felt like I couldn’t get here fast enough.”

You see Harry’s eyes light up and he tries to play it cool, “Oh yeah. I’m sure.” He clears his throat, “I’m just getting dinner started so why don’t you go in and relax, I’m sure you’re exhausted, Ni.”

Niall shrugs and chuckles, “I got a second wind.” He gives Harry a wink and smiles back at you.

You smirk at Harry as you can see the blush on his cheeks grow darker, “I’ll grab us some drinks?” You look between them and Niall sighs, “That would be great, love.”

Niall shrugs off his jacket and walks to the living room as you follow Harry into the kitchen, “Don’t worry I’ll get out of your way in a second.” You tease as you know how Harry is when cooking.

As you’re pouring the dark red liquid into the simple wine glasses, “Would you like one?” You look at Harry who is leaned against the counter staring at you, “Sure, babe.”

You pour his and turn to give it to him. You didn’t realize he was that close until you seen the red wine instantly stain his white tee, “Fuck. I’m sorry.”

You quickly set the glass down and grab paper towels, dabbing it as quick as you can, all while mumbling to yourself.

“Hey, hey.” Harry grabs your hands and leans down to look at you, “It’s fine, babe. Relax.” He chuckles, “Are you nervous or something?”

You couldn’t lie to him, “Kind of. I had something a little different planned for tonight.”

His eyebrow raises and he nods, “Oh did you?”

You nod and look up at him, your eyes move down to the red stain again. Harry shakes his head and slips his shirt off, tossing it onto the counter, “We’ll worry about that later.”

“Whoa, couldn’t wait for me?” Niall asks as he walks into the kitchen, “That’s so unfair, I come all this way..” he starts laughing as he walks over to you and Harry.

“I, um.” You point to the crumbled shirt on the counter, “Harry’s shirt drank his wine.”

They laugh and you sigh, “Okay. Okay.” You put more wine in Harry’s glass and point to it, “I’m not touching it this time.”

He laughs and picks it up, “Get out of my kitchen.”

You roll your eyes and grab your glass with a smile, “Yes sir.” You give him a smirk as you walk out with Niall.

You make your way to the couch and you put on some quiet music, “So, how’s everything?” You sip your wine and listen to Niall speak.

“It’s been so much fun, exhausting, but I love every minute of it.” He sips his wine as his eyes trail up your legs and back to your eyes once he reaches your shorts, “Wouldn’t change a thing about it.”

You nod and you can feel yourself getting wetter, the thought of your plan coming together is exciting to you.

“We’ve missed you.” You say lowly before looking over at him, “A lot.”

He nods and plays with a stand of your hair, “Trust me, I’ve missed you guys. Texting and calling isn’t enough sometimes.”

You agree, “Oh I know. Harry went on the one day about how he wishes you were here more, but he tours too. He gets it. We both do.”

Niall smiles and nods, “It’s tough but that’s what makes these reunions so much more special..” he sips his wine and looks over at you, “And so much more fun.”

You smile and nod, “I will not argue with you on that one.”

“Everything going good in here?” Harry pops out of the kitchen and walks over to you and Niall. He sits down between you guys on the coffee table, “Dinner should be done soon.”

You and Niall both can’t help but look Harry’s naked torso up and down. You both were basically drooling over how hot your lover is just sitting there.

“Yeah, sounds good.” Niall says with a nod, “Got hotter since the last time I saw ya, H. Damn.”

Harry straightens up his posture and you can tell he was caught off guard but loves hearing that, “Mm, yeah. Could say the same thing about you.”

You pressed your fingers over your lips to contain a moan. Them flirting with each other is like nothing you’ve ever seen before.

Your eyes move back and fourth, looking at them as they continue their conversation.

“Y/n was telling me in the kitchen that she has a plan for tonight.” He smirks and bites his lip, “Weren’t ya baby?”

You sigh slowly and smile, “I may have something up my sleeve for tonight, yes.”

Nervousness gone.

“Oh yeah? Wanna tell us?” Niall leans into you and pokes your thigh, “I’m curious to know.”

Your eyes watch his hand as you smile, “We’ll talk about it over dinner.”

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��So your plan, baby. Tell us.” Harry looks at you from across the table and smirks. You bite your lip and tilt your head slightly, “My plan, yes.”

“I can’t wait to hear this.” Niall leans back and watches you as you lick your lips and smile, “I want to sit back and touch myself to the view of you guys doing whatever it is that you want to do.”

They’re both silent for a few minutes before Harry clears his throat, “Well, I’m done with dinner.”

“Yeah, me too.” Niall says quickly after Harry.

You laugh and stand up, “Then come on.” You smile and quickly run out of the kitchen and up the stairs to the bedroom.

Harry and Niall are keeping up with you and when you enter the room, Harry grabs you and pins you to the bed. His lips instantly attach to yours and you make out as Niall stands there watching.

He chews on his lip as undoes his pants, giving his cock more room to grow harder.

You moan against Harry’s lips and lift your hand from Harry’s back to reach out for Niall. Once he’s undressed, you feel his hand in yours and you pull him closer.

Harry’s lips leave yours and find Niall’s.

They moan against each other, finally getting what they’ve been craving since Niall left last time. You but your lip and scoot back so you can start undoing Harry’s pants.

You slide his boxers down to his thighs, letting his cock free. You do the same to Niall and you glance up, watching as their lips are desperate to kiss every inch of skin on their necks.

They both gasp and look down as you start to pump both of their cocks in your hands.

Harry on the right and Niall on the left.

Niall slides his hand up Harry’s torso, teasingly slow. Harry’s eyes move to Niall’s hand and he follows it all the way up until niall gently lays it on the side of his neck, pulling him in so he can crash his lips onto his.

“Fuck. This is so hot.” You whisper and lean in, pressing your lips to Harry’s cock. You slowly lean over to Niall, and press your lips to the head of his cock, too.

“Fuck.” Niall groans into Harry’s mouth. Harry’s grip tights on Niall’s waist, pulling his skin.

You start to slowly bob your head on Niall’s cock, working on taking more of him in your mouth. A hand lays on the back of your head, pushing down slightly.

You take a deep breathe before gagging around him. He lets out a loud moan as he feels himself slip into your throat, “Fuck, y/n, baby.”

You pull your head off, gasping as you look up at them. Harry looks down at you and lays a hand on your cheek, “You are so beautiful.”

You smile and wipe the corner of your mouth off and lick your lips, “Harry.” You whimper, “please.”

Harry leans down, pushing you back as his body hovers closely to yours, “Please what baby?”

Harry leans in, kissing your neck as Niall lays down beside you. His hand travels up and down the side of your body, lightly dragging his finger tips as he does, “Thought about you both so much.”

He leans in, kissing the other side of your neck, “So fucking hot seeing you two together.”

You let out a moan and spread your legs. They each rest their arm around your knee, keeping your legs spread open.

“Did ya think about her pussy?” Harry asks as he bites his lip, a dark and lustful look glazed over his eyes at he looks at Niall.

Niall slides his hand down your thigh and brushes his fingers over your pussy, “I thought about it a lot.”

You gasp and tilt your head back as his fingers slowly circle your clit, “Fuck.” You whimper as his pressure grows harder.

Harry leans down and connects his lips with yours as his hand plays with your boobs, “Feel good?” He whispers against your lips.

You nod, “Y-yes.” Your hands desperately search to grab onto something, “Fuck.” You moan loudly as Niall plunges his fingers into your pussy, curling his fingers repeatedly.

Harry slides his hand up your chest and wraps it around your neck. He leans in and bites gently on your ear lobe, “Cum for him, baby.”

Niall thrusts his fingers faster, hitting that spot with the tip of his fingers each time. Harry pulls you closer as he starts slowly rubbing your clit with his fingers.

You quickly fall apart, clenching Niall’s fingers with the walls of your pulsating cunt, “F-fuck. Yes! Yesyes.” You wiggle your hips and dig your nails into Harry’s shoulder, moaning and whimpering as you come down from your high.

“Good girl.” Harry whispers lowly in your ear, “Tell us what you want.”

You rest your head back and bite your lip at Niall pulls his fingers out of you, “I want..” you sigh and look at Niall, “You guys to touch each other.”

You slowly get up on your knees and move over to Niall. He wraps an arm around your waist and rests his hand on your lower back.

You pull him in to kiss him. Your lips move in sync with his and he moans lowly as you tug the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I want you to fuck each other.” You take his bottom lip between your teeth, pulling gently.

His fingers dig into your skin and you slide your hand down to his cock, “I want to watch you suck his cock.”

Harry moves in behind you, “I just want to feel that pussy first, baby.” Harry pulls your hips back and you move back slightly.

You guys get into a position to where Harry his rubbing the head of his cock onto your pussy, teasing you while you’re on your knees, bent over to suck Niall’s cock.

You swirl your tongue around the tip of his cock, moaning lowly as you feel the spit run down over your pussy.

“I want No to suck you off of my cock.” Harry grips your hips as he buries his cock deep into your pussy, “Fuck.”

You moan around Niall’s cock, which causes him to gasp and buck his hips slightly. You gag and he moans louder, “Fuck, gag on my cock, baby.”

Harry slides a hand up your back, tangling it into your hair before he pushes you head down, slowly bobbing it up and down then switching to a slightly fast pace before stopping and letting go.

You pull off and Niall cups your cheeks, “ya alright?”

You smile and nod, biting your lip and furrowing your brows as Harry rams his cock into you, “Fuck, yes. Yes.”

You wrap your hand around Niall’s cock, slowly stroking your hand up and down. You rub your thumb over the tip slowly, smearing the precum around.

You lean, moaning as you lick it off, “Fuck.” You gasp and squeeze Harry’s cock with your walls, “H-Harry. Baby.” You look up at Niall, whining as he brushing hair from your face, “Cum for him, love.”

He slides a hand down to your boobs, playing and pinching each of your nipples as he leans down to kiss you.

You moan loudly and grab onto his arm as you feel yourself cum, “Fuck.” You tilt your head back, squeezing your eyes shut as Harry fucks you through your high.

You’re pretty sure you squirted, but you didn’t care. It felt too good for you to feel anything else but pleasure.

“Fuck, baby.” Harry slaps your ass cheek, “You ready?”

“I am.” You move to the head of the bed, leaning back against the headboard.

Niall and Harry waist no time. Their hands find their way to each others bodies and their lips press together, moving in a slow sexy synched motion.

You spread your legs and bite your lip as you watch Niall pull Harry closer to him closer to press his lips to Harry’s neck.

You grab your boobs with your hands, kneading them slowly, moaning as you watch Niall kiss down Harry’s chest.

“Fuck, Ni.” Harry groans lowly, “Missed you.”

Niall looks up at Harry him with his eyes and leans back slightly, “Did ya?”

Your hand travels down your body slowly, edging yourself with the arrival of your fingers to your clit.

Niall goes back to kissing Harry’s torso as he nods, “So much.” Harry whispers and furrows his brows as Niall kisses right above his cock.

He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and closes his eyes, waiting for Niall to go on.

Niall presses his lips gently along the length of Harry’s cock, taking him in between his lips when he reaches the tip.

You pinch your nipple with your other hand, moaning quietly as you watch Niall bob his head on Harry’s cock.

Harry’s head falls to the side as he moans, “Fuck.”

You press your fingers to your clit, circling at a slow, teasing pace, you really didn’t want to cum until they did, but you knew once Harry was done with Niall, you were going to fail achieving that goal.

Harry eventually pulls away and brings him back up to kiss him. You let out a moan, if it must have been loud because it caught their attention.

Their eyes flick over to you and they both turn their heads, “isn’t she fuckin sexy?” Harry leans down, rubbing the calf of your stretched out right leg.

“Sure is, H. M’actually kinda jealous of you.” Niall admits, “You get to touch her everyday.”

Harry smirks and runs a hand up Niall’s stomach. You watch as Niall starts stroking Harry’s cock again, keeping his eyes locked on his hand.

“Once I’m done with you, you can have all the time you want with her.” Harry whispers before leaning in to nip his ear and kiss down his neck.

Harry leans back and pulls himself away from Niall, moving up to sit next to you. He leans back and bites his lip, nodding at his cock as he looks at Niall.

Niall has always been a slut for Harry’s cock.

Just like you.

When ever you and Niall give Harry blowjobs together, it’s practically like you’re worshiping his cock.

You glance over at Harry, fingers still circling your clit, “Hi.”

He looks back at you and leans in to peck your lips, “Hi.”

You look at Niall and pull him up to you. You lean in to close the space, pressing your lips to his. His hand lays on your thigh, so close to your pussy.

You grab his hand and push it there. He leans back and glances over at Harry and Harry leans in and kisses him, “Change of plans.” He mumbles in between kisses.

You fought to keep your eyes open as Niall’s fingers curled inside of you.

You wanted to watch them do anything.

“F-fuck.” You gasp and arch your back against the headboard, “N-Ni-“ Is all you can get out before you watch Harry’s fingers slide onto your clit.

He presses hard and circles it quickly, “You like that?”

You nod quickly, moaning as you lean over and wrap your hand around his cock, “Yesyes.” You gasp and open your eyes, looking over at Harry.

He is stroking Niall’s cock, watching as his fingers move in and out of you, “Fuck, you’re so wet.” Harry looks up at you and pulls you into him by the back of the neck with his left hand.

You moan as your lips crash onto his and his fingers tangle tightly in your hair. He groans lowly as you speed up the pace of your hand.

“Fuck, baby.” He groans against your lips, “I need you again.” He reaches down and grabs Niall’s hand, pulling him around to you.

Harry’s hands grip your waist and you bite your lip as you straddle him. He looks into your eyes at he reaches out and pulls Niall closer to him.

You reach down to steady his cock while continues to look at him.

Your lips part as the head of his cock slips inside of you, instantly stretching you out. You tilt your head back slightly and push your self down more, “Fuck.”

Harry spits into his fingers and takes Niall’s cock into his hand. He slides his fingers up and down, sliding his spit around his cock.

“Niall.” You whine out and look over at him, “Let Harry suck your cock.”

He groans at your words, nodding as he moves up towards Harry.

You slide all the way down into Harry, causing Harry to look at you and dig his fingers into your hips, “Fuck, baby.” You moan and dig your nails into the sparrows tattooed on his chest.

He groans lowly, “C’mon, baby.. ya gotta move.”

Niall grabs his chin gently and turns his head towards him as you slowly start to move up and down his cock.

You open your eyes and watch as Harry’s lips part and Niall slips his cock in between them. Harry’s eyes roll back and flutter closed, moans muffled by Niall’s cock.

“Fuck, baby. Yes.” You moan quietly as you place your hands on his shoulders, “Oh fuck.”

You clench around him and drag your nails downward as you moan loudly.

As you slowly bounce through your high, you milk Harry of his.

His cock twitches as it’s shoved deep inside of you. Niall gasps as Harry moans around him, “Fuck.” He holds Harry’s head down on his cock as he groans.

Harry takes Niall’s cum and tilts his head back, swallowing as he smirks. He looks at you and pulls you in and he presses his lips to yours, instantly slipping his tongue in.

You moan quietly at the taste of niall still lingering on his tongue. He smirks against your lips and leans back, “Yeah?”

You bite your lip and nod, “Yeah.”

He nods and kisses your forehead, “As I said.” He moves to get off the bed and leans down to pecks your lips before standing up.

He smiles at you before looking at Niall, “Once I was done, you could have all the time with her.”

A smile appears on your lips quickly and you look up at Niall.

Harry winks at him before making his way to the chair, “Have fun.”

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If you want a part 2 of this on the @wastedonhoran account let me know!!

Likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

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moonchildstyles · 2 years

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Thinking about the first time aster and angel took it a bit further than humping each other with their clothes on :( it’s just so sweeet and maybe they are at the tattoo shop after she helped him clean around a bit while he was closing the shop cause she asked him to and since they are at the beginning they couldn’t go to either of their places cause Mitch and Sarah so the opted for the shop staying at one of the private rooms :( and none of them planned for this to happen for her pants to be sprawled on the floors they just wanted to kiss and she wanted to be in his lap :(( but one thing led to another and it just happened :(( she’s pushing herself closer than ever he’s feeling her chest on him :( she’s acting needier than ever with her soft touches and not taking as much breathing breaks as usual even though he knows she can’t breath so he has to pull himself away from her :((( and I can clearly see it going like “you okay, angel?” Her cheeks red feeling embarrassed that she left her hands to roam around and now he knows she should’ve kept them at his waist between them as she usually does :( “I’m okay sorry I’m sorry” hand retrieving :( “don’t” he kisses her forehead “don’t apologize you know I don’t like hearing that” kissing her cheek slowly she’s smiling softly his hands falling to her waist feeling the bottom of her thin long sleeve “tell me what you want, angel” she’s looking up at him eyes all wide and doe like :( “closer” she whispers he pushes her closer into him “and now what?” He has a cheeky smile on his face as he feels her chest again on his her head falling shying away from his look “don’t leave me hanging now” nudging at her waist 1 🧸

she lets out a soft giggle “even closer” she whispers waiting for his reaction :( “lift your arms” he whispers she takes a second but does it eventually he was expecting her skin to shine through but it doesn’t another white tank top is cover her delicate skin he lets out a knowing laugh she pushes at his shoulder “stop laughing at me” he gasps “it was a laugh out of adoration and off course you aren’t naked under there my angel would never, would she now?” She’s wrapping her arms around his neck feeling the leather couch and Harry’s warm skin :( “my top is quite thin and I didn’t wanna wear a bra” he’s feeling her thighs now eyes falling to her chest “I can see that” she gets closer to h covering herself with him :( his hand playing with her tank top letting her know what his next move is “I don’t wanna take my top off” she whispers Harry’s hands quickly go to her arms “then we won’t” calming her “you get to choose, angel. whatever you want we’ll do and whatever you don’t is off limits, okay?” She nods “thank you” he tells her how she shouldn’t tank him but she still does anyway just his polite girl :( “we can this off” pointing to her jeans he’s slowly moving away to give him space to unbuckle her jeans “always running around in little skirt and dresses but today you chose to wear jeans, hmm? Just making me work for it, aren’t you” making her laugh and that’s all he wants to do from now on is making her laugh :((( as he unbuckles her jeans “it’s getting chilly outside and the library gets too cold with all the air conditioning” he hums in response “stand up for me” patting her sides she stands up hands on the zipper of her jeans “don’t” spreading his legs motioning for her to stand in the middle his left hand on her waist making sure she doesn’t stumble the other on her zipper pulling it down as he’s looking up at her seeing her fingers playing with her lower lip “look at me baby” her eyes shift from his hands to his eyes “still okay with this? I can stop whenever you want” comforting her :( “I want this” she whispers “then what’s making you nervous?” He asks wanting to hear her voice make sure she’s okay “yo-you I guess” dimples deep pulling her down sitting her on his lap with her pink underwear peeking through hand running up and down her back “breath baby-“ kissing her cheek “It’s just me yeah? We are just exploring and touching each other” 2🧸

hands feeling the goosebumps on her arm he spends a while just kissing her soft lips doing their usual routine she’s playing with the ends of his hair that are barely touching his covered shoulder “how about I take my shirt off first, yeah?” He suggests:( and she’s seen him shirtless before even touched him felt his muscles under her palms and traced his tattoos “you don’t have to if you don’t want to h” he sighs “fucking hell angel” taking her lips in his again “honest to god I’ve never met anyone in my entire life that’s as sweet as you baby” taking his shirt off as she stands up again once his shirt is off he looks at her “my turn” she whispers bitting her lower lip his hands go the waist of her tight jeans slowly rolling them revealing the rest of her pink underwear that has drawings of rabbits on the front he pulls her right leg pulling the jeans from her ankles her hand on his shoulder balancing her self as he does the same on her other leg finally seeing her in her little underwear and thin top standing in between his legs like a dream his hands going to her thighs then her waist “can we kiss now?” She asks “just one more minute” 3 💞💞🧸

bestie oh my GOD:(((((((( idek what to add I love this sososososos much:( them having to get alone time at the shop bc everything is still so new:( and just UGH:(((( you got him so right being so soft and loving with her ofc leaving everything up to her ofc and just :(((((((( kissing in their underwear im losing my fucking mind:((((((((((

#im sorry my answer is so lame I just love this so much I don't even know what to add for you:9 #anon #ask #aster inspo #concept #🧸 anon

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pentagonieslut · 8 months

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DKB REACTION UN

s/o being naked for the first time

gn!reader (except yuku is female due to scenario)

requested by 🐇 anon !!

enjoy!

dongil

so cute, he's happy that you decided to strip in front of him

..not really. he purposely walked in to watch you get naked

licking his lips like he's dehydrated

"so. since i already saw you in just skin, can i hit?"

you're so mad at him, you ignore him for a week

"baby please forgive me"

chocolates and a card that begs for sex

don't judge. him, jeongsik, and changmin will be in the stu for the next comeback so he needs something

changmin

you didn't realize he was in the shower

so you walked in ass naked

he heard the door open and looked up

smiling so mf hard, his jaw might break

"baby, i'm in here! wanna join?"

you were cold so you didn't care at this point

"sorry love, didn't know."

"don't worry, i didn't see anything"

jeongsik

HIS NECK TATTOO IN SOBER FUCK ME UGH

he was working out like usual and glanced up to see you staring into space whilst eating chips

you were in his zip up hoodie he bought since he was obsessed with oversized clothing

also thought he would be a comedian and hide only your underwear

standing in front of you, he placed a kiss on your nose

HIS CHEEKY FUCKING HAND

"oops. looks like the button is broken..let me eat you"

pushing him away in annoyed

he pushes you down and chris brown's 'take you down' plays in the background like a sitcom

get comfy on the counter; he loves your bodyline

gwang hyun

chicken eating competition

your robe was slipping off slowly

you didn't notice it until you finished both boxes

gwang hyun still had the first leg in his hand

"god you're beautiful-- i mean a beast. shit!"

has to walk away to cool down

comes back and stares at you

"your sexy level reached infinite level"

heechan

"i- sorry- go ahead"

you laughed and allowed him in

the sex fiend was so shy

"uh"

finds the stocks article interesting when he hates looking at it

sings a random ass song

"chipotle?"

"why so shy?"

sungmin

sleeping but opened one eye when he heard you get out of bed

noticed you changing quickly and his brow raised unintentionally

decides to question it when he's fully awake

thinks your ass looks good and wonders how it'll bounce

straight fucking liar

"did you leave for work? i was out cold"

lewd dreams not barbie dreamz

he'll get you by surprise though don't worry

junseo

he's technically already seen you naked

bear hugs you and whispers

"let's do it before i have to go to dance"

and so, you do it

he praises your body and coos

can't stop touching you

soft skin, his favourite

became feral and is willing to skip dance

you force him away after a while and struggle to close the door before you really can't make it to work yourself

yuku

lowkey mad you didn't tell him about the photoshoot

you both were doing sexy modern traditional kimono shoot

your kimono was showing a lot of shoulder and even a slight peek of your chest

in changing room, you changed into the other one and applied more lipstick and perfume

"please don't let anyone take more photos of your boobs except me"

defiant and lowers both sleeves of the kimono halfway down your arms

so sexy oh wow (BRAVE please let DKB do the sexiest of sexy concepts i'm begging you. like full on horny at first scene bbs, abs, muscles, backs, tongues, choreographed sex, sweating, in song moaning, so hot international bbs are the only ones able to watch the mv, i will even buy all versions of the album and only listen to just that specific album for the rest of the year, dilf core, bimbo core bbs, ass shaking, sugar daddy x sugar baby au)

harry june

bath time oishii-kunare

busts in and is ready to jump in

shrieks in slight shock

"sorry! i'll come back!"

slams door before you can even invite him

too bad

could've gotten sucked

comes back in

"let me join you"

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lunarheslwt · 1 year

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Hi! I'm back with the first 28th appreciation fic recs of the year! I wanted to put together all the fics I've read and loved over January for this month's 28th appreciation, so here they are! Click on the links for full tags and summaries. If you read any of these make sure to show the authors some love by leaving kudos and comments!

🌿Is it a sign? by @greenblueish

(25k | E | deaf character au)

the one where Harry meets a certain handsome alpha at his sister's wedding and learns that speaking verbally doesn't have to be the only means of communication.

Thoughts: incredibly sweet, a perfect light and easy read, the way they connect in this story just feels so real and so wonderful!

🌿Stroke of twelve by @larry-hiatus

(2k | E | new years eve pwp)

He was close, he was so close, and he knew it was much too soon; the countdown to midnight hadn’t even begun yet.

Or the one where Louis wants Harry to hold off his orgasm so they can come together at the stroke of twelve on New Year’s Eve.

Thoughts: so bloody hot, top notch desperation, for some reason I was holding my breath till the countdown hit one which really says something

🌿Whoever, however by @brooklyn-babylon / @twopoppies

(8k | E | amateur porn filming au)

Louis could feel his heart rate pick up as he positioned the camera and Harry slowly stood up. They both knew what came next –– it had been clearly outlined in the advert Harry answered. The studio Louis worked for was filming a new series of camboy videos. Louis’ job was to make it look like amateur porn –– sweaty, sensual, dirty –– but well lit and edited. He was an artist, thank you very much.

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Or: Louis has a much better day at work than he’d expected.

Thoughts: incredibly hot, desperate Harry is so >>>> the descriptions in this are amazing, I just love the idea so much. The visuals!!

🌿Pretty miscalculations by @hellolovers13

(5k | E | Dom/sub pwp)

After rudely interrupting Louis’ Christmas shopping, Louis offers Harry a choice and an opportunity to try out his new purchases.

Thoughts: so hot, love how caring L is yet willing to push Harry a lil, how sweet and shy Harry is, I'd read more in this universe any day

🌿Take care by @sun-lt

(4k | M | service top L)

“What do you want, then, beautiful?” It’s a silly, cheesy pet name, but it feels so very true when Louis says it. He hopes Harry knows that he means it, that he means every pet name he’s ever called Harry. Doll, beautiful, love, baby.

“Want you to take care of me,” Harry repeats.

Or, Harry’s exhausted and needy and Louis loves him entirely too much to ever say no.

Thoughts: the softest thing I've ever read, incredibly comforting, tender and so so lovely pls go read!

🌿in the pub that we met he’s got his arms around you by @onlythebravest

(13k | T | best friends to lovers au)

Harry's best friend Louis comes to visit him where he attends uni, meets Harry's friends, who point out that they don't know what platonic means.

Thoughts: comfort read!! Incredibly soft, realistic friendship dynamics, 10/10 read if you're touch deprived tbh these are very soft boys and a very soft story

🌿Sweaty palms and racing hearts by @onlythebravest

(1k | G | first date au)

A short story of two shy, nervous and blushing boys on a date at the cinema

Thoughts: so pure, so sweet, these shy boys have my heart, the author writes fluff in the softest ways

🌿Printed against the sky by @larrysballetslippers

(4k | M | non sexual age play, canon compliant)

after some intense weeks of promo, Harry really wants his daddy. Louis happily fulfils his needs, but it wasn't the best day to do so.

Thoughts: everything she writes is gold, this is so pure, and so very sweet

🌿Lust for life by @maroonmoonlouis

(32k | E | 1970s Hollywood starlet au)

or the 1970s au where the pressure of being an aging starlet begins to weigh heavy on Harry's heart before he meets Louis

Thoughts: a gem!! Very much sucks you into the era and story, so much preciousness in this little beauty!

🌿Bless you! by @neondiamond

(2k | G | kid fic au)

Harry and Louis’ young daughter, Ava, really enjoys when Harry says ‘bless you’ after she sneezes.

Thoughts: the most precious little fic ever, so so so sweet and it made me smile bless

🌿All the lights are sparkling for you, it seems by @thebreadvansstuff

(3k | T | disaster birthday au)

Harry is determined to make Louis' birthday count, but his plans turn into a fiasco.

Thoughts: so fucking precious, I could hug Harry in this, sweet and funny

🌿the prettiest customer (and the cutest barista) by @onlythebravest

(1k | G | awkward coffee shop flirting)

Louis is the pretty customer that comes in and orders hot chocolate while Harry is the cute barista that takes his order.

Thoughts: so very precious, awkward shy Harry has my whole heart, the cutest lil thing you'll ever read

🌿Leather over lace by @larry-hiatus

(4k | E | pwp)

Harry wasn’t planning for his trousers to rip on stage. He also wasn’t planning for everyone to see his lace knickers when it happened. But what he really wasn’t planning on was his boyfriend punishing him for it.

Thoughts: so fucking hot. Begging y'all to go read it. Em deserves so much credit for how quick this was and how unbelievably good it was.

I probably would've read way more too but the second half of that month had me using all my free time to finish up my own fic. But anyways if you check these out please show the writers some love. @ writers: kisses for y'all bc I appreciate you and your work sm 💗

#28th appreciation #January reads #larry fic recs #fic rec list #hlfics #hlficlibrary #larry fics #monthly fic recs #so many of these are from friends and they're all lovely

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